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He loved you. And it was simple in theory, but so, so impossible in practice. From the moment he first met you, he knew that he was in for a wild ride with his feelings. How could he not fall in love with someone like you? Someone so caring, hardworking and dedicated to making every day as perfect as you possibly could?
Lúcio had so many opportunities to tell you this, too. Numerous chances to finally tell you what's on his mind, let you know everything he felt. And he'd missed them all because he was too awkward, felt like he'd ruin your friendship with the way he truly felt. He remembered all of them like they were yesterday, because some of them quite literally were.
He could've kissed you under the mistletoe at the Overwatch gang's Christmas party, whilst you two were sat there laughing at 76 on the karaoke mic, butchering a Mariah Carey song. Or he could've kissed you once you two had gone up on stage to perform yourselves, a mess of tinsel, sleepiness and out of tune crooning that was so embarrassing but so perfect.
He could've asked you out on Valentines' Day, taken you to go see the film you were dying to watch as a first date. He was going to, but he was worried it would be too much for you to take on, because he knew that time of year was stressful for you. He was so upset he didn't ask when he found out you were going with Niran, and he still kicked himself over it months later.
Lúcio could've kissed you when he found out you actually sung, when he heard you actually singing for the first time. Not the silly, off-key voices you put on when him or Cole got you up doing karaoke, but actual singing, your voice sweet and soft as you made it through the words on your sheet music. Your piano playing was incredible too, but he was more focused on you than the sounds the piano was making.
Or the time you hugged him, so relieved he was alive after a long mission, crying into his chest, not caring that he was wounded. You were so glad he was alive that nothing else mattered to you, and he almost told you how he felt then. He would've done, too, if Mercy hadn't came in, ushering you away so she could stitch up his wounds.
Thinking about all of that lead him to telling Zenyatta how he felt one morning, it was how he found himself sitting cross-legged on the floor of Zenyatta's space, finally talking to someone about how you made him feel.
"It's just... man. I try. I really do. But what if they don't think the same about me? I wouldn't want to lose our friendship just because I thought of them as something more, you know? I can't see myself living a life without them pretending they can't sing when Cole drags them up to do karaoke at one of the crew's parties."
Zenyatta nodded. He knew how Lúcio felt, he could see it in the way he avoided looking at him, feel it in his voice. Oh, how his adoration echoed through every word he spoke.
"I see. But surely it is better for you to risk it? Would you rather it ate you alive and you'd never find out how they feel, or have a chance of what you dream of?" His voice was calm, and he was making a pretty good point. There was a chance, and it was indeed better than not knowing.
"But what if... what if they don't feel the same?" Lúcio was anxious, and his expression reflected this, his eyes shifting to the space in-between him and Zenyatta.
Zenyatta made a sound that sounded almost like a laugh, and spoke again. "I'm sure you're simply overthinking things. Simply tell them, and we can discuss these thoughts if they become realities."
Zenyatta's words spun through Lúcio's mind all day as he thought about how he was going to tell you, and if he was going to tell you at all. Eventually, he decided he would tell you, and deal with any consequences later on, if he lived through the embarrassment.
He found you in the afternoon, sitting on the floor by the piano again, annotating a piece of sheet music as you hummed the tune to it under your breath. You were smiling, biting your lip as you focused on making sure everything was just right for you to play. And you didn't notice when he sat next to you, looking over at what you were planning on learning.
"Man... that's supposed to be a good song. I can't wait to hear you play it." He smiled into his words, drawing your attention. You looked over at him, smiling back slightly before capping your pen and leaning on his shoulder. "It's my favourite song right now. It just... makes me feel like I'm not the only one who feels the way I do about life."
He couldn't help but blush slightly as you made contact with him. The way you made the gesture feel so natural made him feel almost... crazy. How were you so good at that?
"I need to talk to you about something, you free for a minute?" Lúcio asked, apprehension creeping into his stomach, seeping into his bones. When you nodded, he almost laughed, and started to speak. "Would you be my ahem... my uh... my... oh why is this so hard?"
You couldn't help but burst out laughing after he finished, taking his hand and squeezing it, looking up at him with your pretty eyes. He could've sworn he'd explode if you didn't answer you're question.
"Of course I'll be your ahem... your uh... uh." You both started laughing then, as he pulled you into his arms, you leaned against him, him leant against the piano. "I love you." You whispered, and even though he didn't respond, you knew he loved you too.